The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 29: Not good at fighting alone, but good at fighting in groups

In an abandoned hangar.

An exquisite little gadget that was exactly the same color as the ceiling lit up red, and then went out again.

There is a picture.

Locke raised his eyebrows as he looked at the real-time image of the hangar that appeared on the tactical tablet.

into the eye.

boom!
The Blade Warrior flew backwards again and hit the wall of the hangar.

no way.

After Locke left and Deacon joined the battlefield, Blade was now outnumbered two at the same time.

But Locke wasn't worried about Blade's life.

Because Dicken's script is about killing someone with a borrowed knife. If the knife is broken, how can you kill someone?

but……

Neither dead nor disabled.

"puff!"

Blade slammed heavily against the wall, then fell to the ground with blood spurting out of the corner of his mouth. After wiping it casually, he stood up again, looked at Dicken who had joined the battlefield, and grinned.

"Dicken, it's not easy to find you."

"Ah."

Dicken, who looked feminine and didn't take Blade seriously at all, glanced at Blade and smiled contemptuously: "You killed so many of my people, didn't you just want to find me? Now I'm here, but you, it seems that I can't do it."

Blade held the sword with both hands and performed a sword flower move.

"You won't know if it works until you try it."

"Master, let me come."

Quinn, whose hands were almost burned to the bone, glanced at the blade and said to Deacon, "Don't dirty your hands."

Deacon lowered his eyes and glanced at Quinn.

"Go away."

"Useless trash."

"……Yes."

Quinn met Deacon's gaze, her body trembled, and she quickly lowered her head to hide the expression in her eyes. She responded, but dared not speak again.

Deacon then looked at Blade, a cruel smile appearing on his feminine face.

"bring it on."

"Qiang!"

The smile on Blade's face faded, and he clenched his sword-holding hands suddenly, and then charged towards Dicken.

Dicken looked at the charging blade and smiled contemptuously.

"Locke."

"Ah."

"Not coming in yet?"

Brown, who was standing next to Locke, looked at the tactical tablet screen and saw Blade being beaten almost unilaterally by Deacon. The corner of his mouth twitched: "If he doesn't move forward, he will be beaten to death."

If Blade was killed, even if they went in and chopped off the vampire leader, they would not be able to achieve their intended goal.

Locke, who was concentrating on learning Deacon's fighting skills through the tablet, shook his head without looking up: "Don't worry, he won't die."

Ordinary people have ordinary people's fighting methods.

Extraordinary creatures also have their own fighting skills.

Scenes like this one of extraordinary creatures performing martial arts live are rare to come by.

Luo's first rule: He who strikes first is the strongest, and he who strikes last will suffer.

The second rule of Luo: Learn until old age, live until old age.

His memory was very good before he traveled through time, and after traveling through time, his memory also improved to a certain extent.

It cannot be said that he has a photographic memory, but it can be said that the effect is comparable to that after practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art.

As for the safety of the blade.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Blade in the picture seems to be beaten into a dead dog by Deacon.

but……

Blade is a mixed-race. Simply put, as long as Blade is not shot in the head on the spot, he will not die no matter how serious the injury is.

The most that happens is that the more serious the injury, the more difficult it will be for Blade to suppress the vampire power in his body after recovery, and he will be one step closer to completely becoming a vampire.

but!

This has something to do with me.

Locke didn't care about it at all, but was doing three things at once, watching Deacon's fighting skills on the screen, learning quickly in his mind, and at the same time with a playful expression. Deacon was firing on all cylinders at the moment, beating Blade like a dead dog, mainly to prevent Blade from noticing that he was letting him win, hoping that Blade could find a way to escape from here.

but……

What if Blade chooses not to escape even until his death?

do not forget.

Locke wasn't the only one who knew the script, Blade also knew it.

This is not.

Deacon almost beat Blade into a sandbag, but Blade had no intention of running away. Instead, he felt like he was getting braver as he fought again and again.

Even from the one-on-one beating at the beginning, to now, he has found the right opportunity.

"Bella!"

"Boom!"

The blade's right sword was crushed by Dicken, whose expression turned cold instantly, and then the whole person was slapped away by Dicken again.

Deacon lowered his eyes and looked at the sword hole in his abdomen that was still smoking. He looked up again, his face so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.

Although he is not afraid of silver, it will still hurt if he is hit by it.

It hurts so much.

But despite being angry, Dicken was still a little confused.

damn it.

Did you take a fool drug today? You’re almost beaten to death by me, and you’re not running away?
At this moment, Blade, whose black combat uniform had been torn into beggar's clothes by Dicken and whose glasses had even been crushed by Dicken, got up from the ground again like a tenacious immortal cockroach, and then grinned at Dicken again with a gloomy face.

Deacon's eyes narrowed and his low voice contained anger that was about to be suppressed.

"It seems that you are really not afraid of death."

"Pooh!"

Blade's lips moved, and then he spit blood at Dicken: "Can you kill me?"

Dickon smiled.

He laughed angrily.

He laughed in anger.

I won't kill you?

Deacon looked at the blade, which in his eyes looked almost like a chimpanzee grinning at him mockingly, and the suppressed murderous aura was almost out of control.

"hehe."

"I can't kill you."

"Haha."

"Then see if I can kill you."

Deacon's eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at Blade, and they turned completely cold.

Locke, who was watching the game remotely, raised an eyebrow, looked away from the screen, and threw the tablet to one of Brown's players.

It's time to enter. If we don't, this show will probably be ruined by Dicken.

Dicken's script is so bad that it doesn't matter whether he acts in it or not.

But his script is very exciting.

However, both scripts have something in common.

Blade is the protagonist.

and so……

The blade cannot die.

Locke took the assault rifle loaded with ultraviolet bullets from Brown, loaded it directly, put on professional goggles, and nodded at Brown.

Seeing this, Brown looked around and almost simultaneously saw the team members putting on professional goggles, then raised his hand and waved it suddenly.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, five Ford SUVs that had been modified and equipped with large ultraviolet searchlights, hidden in the darkness, drove out and sped towards an abandoned warehouse 500 meters away.

Five large ultraviolet searchlights, with their brightness and radiation level, covered the abandoned warehouse in an almost 360-degree angle.

Quinn, who was standing by the warehouse and watching his master fighting without holding back, heard the noise and looked outside the warehouse.

next second.

Quinn's eyes narrowed rapidly.

……

(End of this chapter)